Obsession

My escape

I jumped in the taxi outside and gave him my address my voice is tight with emotion and I can't stop my salty tears from falling they ache the cuts on my face.
20minutes later I pull up outside my apartment, I know I can't stay here.
I pay the taxi and ran as fast as my broken body will allow me up the stairs to my apartment.
Once inside I locked the doors with shaky hands and ran to my room grabbing my black hold all off the top of the wardrobe, putting in as much as I could of my important things I knew at that moment I wouldn't be coming back here, but I couldn't go home in the state I am in and I wouldn't be the failure I needed to sort my self out and not put the pressure of my mistakes on anyone else.
my phone rings pulling me out of my thoughts trying to grab it out of my pants my hands are to shaky and it falls to the floor, I reached around and grabbed it but it had already gone off.
I dialled for a cab and go in to the bathroom to get my toiletries, that's when I first seen the damage, I screamed at first when I don't recognise the mess stirring back at me, I had to black eyes that stands about 3 inches off my face, my nose is well and truly broke with a large gash running a cross the bridge my nose, my cheekbones are even more raised than my eyes and my lips are split and swollen with 2 teeth missing from the right side of my mouth "what the fuck" I screamed to my reflection how could I have got involved in something like this.
I few days ago I was crying how boring my life is now I am a complete fucking mess the beep outside draws me back with one last glance in the mirror, I turn away grab my bag and ran.
I climb in the back of the taxi and take out my iPhone I need to check the train times so I could get from London to Manchester I can't go back to Liverpool in this state, but I have a few friends in Manchester who will put me up for a few weeks. The next train isn't due until 11.45am the following day, so I search for a hotel for the night after making my reservation for the hotel and booking my ticket for Manchester I turn to the taxi driver, we have been driving for about 15 minutes "excuse me can you take me to the crossover hotel next to the train station please" I try to hold back the sobs that are trying to escape from my throat " sure hunny but maybe you should go to hospital and get looked over first" I can here the worry in his strong cockney accent "thanks but I just need to get out of the city then I will go get checked over" I raise my head to meet his eyes in the mirror "but if I could ask you for a favour I would be really greatful" he looks like a kind man and has picture of babies on his dashboard maybe his grandchildren "could you check me into the hotel so I don't have to go to the desk I don't want any trouble" " not a problem sweetheart you just get them injuries checked out ASAP" came his caring reply I am so relived I take a deep breath and close my eyes replaying the last few days over in my head.

Waking up the next morning, my body aches glad that the taxi driver had taken me to the pharmacy and getting me some pain killers the night before and making sure I got in my room safe.
I look to the clock on the side of the bed it is 7.30 I'd ad just over 3 hrs sleep and that was filled with nightmares of the night before and the fact my body is in so much pain, when I get off the train in Manchester my first stop will be the hospital, I tell my pleading body, grabbing my iPhone, I notice the 64 missed calls 26 messages and 15 voice messages, I didn't realise that when I dropped it last night it had switched to silent, I just cancelled them all, I can read the messages when I am on the train 27 missed calls from Erica, 6 from my mum, 31 off Kieran throwing my phone on the bed, I make my way to the bathroom for a shower avoiding the mirror, that was the last thing I need to see right now.
I know what I would find, I can feel the pulsing and throbbing hopefully a bit of makeup will be able to help even just a little bit.
walking in to the shower as the water makes contact with my body it screams in protest likes its taking the beaten all over again. I make sure to be as quick as possible, as long as My body would allow and wash my hair and climb out and grab a fluffy towel that the hotel provides, walking back in the room, I grab my make up bag from my holdall and walk towards the dressing table that has a mirror on top, my first reaction to the sight that greats me is disgust for allowing this to happen to me, I am normally a quite girl who avoids trouble like the plaque never bother with anyone and keep myself to myself, now here I am looking like one right out of a horror movie in a shit load of shit. My face is black and blue and I can nearly open my right eye, as I apply the make up as best I can, every time I touch it the pain is to much grabbing my grey tracksuit and top, trainers and clean underwear and start to get dress my train leaves in 2hrs so I really need to makes a move.
Reaching for my phone I ignor another 3 missed calls from Kieran that I must have received while in the shower and dial my mums home " hi stevo is mum home" I ask in a calm voice the last thing I need is to worry my family "Katie pop where have you been mum and dad are goin out of there mind, worried sick we got a call from erica and some lad called Kieran saying you got in abit of trouble last night an nobody can get hold of ya and they have been to your apartment and your not there were are ya ?" Stevo calm down I am just on my way the train station" should I tell him the truth were I am going or should I just wait or a bit, waiting is probably best they might slip up if Kieran or erica ring again I mentally tell myself " listen stevo I am going to go see dina and Carl in Yorkshire for a few weeks londons not for me I will call you all later when I arrive if anyone asks you haven't spoke to me" before he can reply I end the call and get my stuff together and head to the train station across the road.